Crimson fell from Jeff's knife, dripping to the white snow and coloring it to a bright shade of red. A smirk grew on his pale face as his unblinking eyes stared at the crimson. "I know someone's here, come out… let's have some fun." His voice echos in the forest, there was definitely someone else here. He always had that instinct to feel another presence. "Come out!" He yelled as a sudden anger washed over him, his emotions changing every minute it seemed.